Guns and Gags Chapter 1: A Tale of Two Twinks, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Guns and Gags – Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, AU, Spark Stiles, magic, mutual pining, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, knotting, BDSM, bondage, gags, kneeling, sex toys, collars, spanking, size queen Stiles

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia, Boyd/Erica

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey

Writer's Month Prompts: lightning + office

Summary: Peter owns a sex shop, Chris owns a gun shop and they're located right next to each other. They're also happily married and looking for a cute sub to add to their relationship. Stiles is a deputy who regularly comes into Chris' shop and Chris knows he's perfect for them – but Peter is also convinced that one of his customers, whom he only calls Bambi, would be perfect for them.

Guns and Gags

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Chapter 1: A Tale of Two Twinks

Peter Hale was a man who had nearly everything. He had a well-running business, a handsome husband he loved, a wonderful stepdaughter he adored. It was nearly perfect.

Him and his husband, Christopher, had first met through their shops. Peter's sex shop was right next to Chris' gun shop. They had a normal neighborly relationship of greeting each other on the street and that was that, until they met in the local BDSM club.

It had been a special event, a masked night for the subs. And the same beautiful boy had caught both their eyes. Many had cheap paper masks, but he wore one that looked expensive, detailed, it stood out. Pitch-black, fox-shaped, with ears and a bit of a snout, and beautiful, intricate red patterns on it. For Peter, it was that long span of pale neck that was begging to be collared and marked up. For Chris, it was that broad, mischievous grin that told him the sub was playing games with them, the kind that begged for a hard spanking. Both wanted that boy, but then they started to compete for the sub's attention and got so wrapped up in their competition, they lost sight of the boy and by the time they returned their attention to him, the sub was gone.

Chris and Peter ended up taking each other home. There was a lot of competitive, rough sex between the two doms that night and though it wasn't what they'd set out to get that night, they still thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Over the following months, they hooked up repeatedly, because it was convenient – they lived right next door to each other, after all. Worked next door to each other, so a quickie during lunch break was easy to get.

Somehow, feelings happened and before Peter knew it, he was having family dinner with Chris and Allison, Chris' daughter, and had his own seat at their table, had his own favorite glass. He'd carved his place in their family, in their home and in their hearts. And they had done the same with him.

Now, Peter and Chris had been married for three years and they loved each other deeply. Which still baffled Peter, considering that Chris came from a hunter family, was an Argent, and Peter was a werewolf, was a Hale. Allison called them Romeo and Juliet Senior. Peter and Chris hated that.

And it had been hard, overcoming that old family feud. Looking past what Chris' family had done to Peter's, for Chris to get over the prejudices he'd been brainwashed to believe since birth. They'd fought, a lot, broken up. But they were also both miserable about it. Allison had told them that they were being stupid and that this didn't mean anything and that her boyfriend was a werewolf too. That declaration had put both Chris and Peter into dad mode and the conversation shifted fully, until Allison laughed and pointed out that they were parenting her together. And that realization, more than anything, put things into perspective. Because what Chris and Peter had was already more than just a romance or sex, it was so much deeper than anything either had ever had.

The only thing missing from their life was the very thing that had made them first hook up.

Both Chris and Peter were dominant in nature, were doms. They regularly went to the club and took a pretty, pliant thing home with them. But it was about more than BDSM. While Peter was very versatile and quite enjoyed bottoming for his husband, he was also still an Alpha wolf and he'd like to pin someone beneath him and fuck them hard too. Chris wasn't overly fond of penetration and an Alpha wolf was a different beast than hooking up with another human man, it'd require a certain kind of anal training to take one – and that wasn't something Chris enjoyed, so Peter would never ask it of him. So they also regularly went to supernatural establishments to find cute werewolf twinks who were more than eager and happy to spread their legs for an Alpha.

But these arrangements, the hook ups, the random subs, they both were just getting too damn old for it. For going out every other week and flirting and picking someone up. Both came to the agreement that they should start looking for a more permanent partner. A cute twink who was willing to sub and who was willing to bottom for an Alpha wolf. Ideally, there would be romantic feelings involved too, seeing as they both knew they were prone to accidental feelings, but it wasn't a requirement. Submission and sex were all they were seeking, for now.

At the club and every bar they went to, they just argued about who to take home and they both knew it was because they put too much pressure on it – taking someone home for one night was casual, but trying to pick someone they wanted to keep for months, maybe years?

Ironically, both Chris and Peter had found the perfect twink, separately, outside of the club or any bar. Chris claimed to have found the cutest boy who spoke to his competence kink because he was a loyal costumer in Chris' store, a deputy with the local sheriff's station apparently and an expert shot who could take his gun apart without looking. Stiles, the boy's name was.

However, Peter knew that Chris was wrong, because Peter had found the perfect match for them. Peter's eyes darkened as the boy walked into his store once again. A real regular, who came by sometimes every week. Lanky, lithe, with long legs and enchantingly long fingers, his dark, brown hair just the right length for Peter to bury his fingers in it and tug the boy along, a long span of pale neck begging to be marked up and the most mesmerizing big, brown doe-eyes.

Which was why he called the kid Bambi. That, and because he could not pronounce his name. Mieczysław Stilinski, twenty-two years old, according to the ID he'd shown when he first came to the store, because Peter had been skeptical if the kid was old enough to even be in his shop (it had earned him a nasty glare, a middle finger and a 'fuck you' from Bambi and Peter couldn't help but think that Chris would really enjoy spanking this one).

Bambi was a delight. Sarcastic, beautiful, enchanting. Peter wanted him and he knew that Chris would also enjoy him. But since Chris was so adamant that his Stiles was perfect for them, the husbands were at a stubborn stalemate. Both refused to back down, so both refused to meet the other's choice, both so determined they were right. So all that Peter could do was enjoy his Bambi whenever the boy was in his store, until he'd convince Chris to meet and claim their prize.

Peter smiled bemused and settled more comfortably as he watched Bambi walk through the rows of his shop like he didn't know the inventory at this point. Bambi would probably be as quick to find anything in this store as Peter. Resting his chin on his hand, Peter watched those big doe-eyes wander along the shelves curiously. He was stalling. Adorable.

"If there is anything I can help you with, I'm not busy," Peter called amused.

Bambi turned to him, cheeks flushing in a most delectable manner. "I, uh, I'm… uhm…"

The kid was adorable. He could ramble with no end, but when he got embarrassed, he'd stumble over his words. Peter leaned back, waiting. Knowing Bambi would come to him eventually. With a frustrated groan did Bambi run his fingers through that tempting, soft-looking hair before he stalked over to the counter with determined and annoyed steps. He let his eyes run through the shop one last time to make sure that they were alone and oh. Interesting. Peter's lips quirked.

"I… I'm just…" Bambi groaned frustrated. "This is so embarrassing."

Peter dropped his smile and regarded Bambi with a genuine and serious look. "Hey. There's nothing to be embarrassed about here, okay? You want something, I'm selling it. I know I tease, but I don't mean to make you uncomfortable to buy something, or to ask for something. Tell me what you're looking for, I'm going to help you. I make a habit of not kink shaming my customers, since their kinks are what puts food on my table and keeps my shop open."

Bambi dragged those long fingers over his face, heaving a deep sigh. "Knotting."

Peter froze, holding his breath without meaning to. He rested one hand on his knee, allowing his claws to dig into the meat of his thigh. Bambi continued to test him. But he was a professional man, he was not going to jump his customer, or make him uncomfortable.

"I'll need you to use more words, sweetheart," Peter quipped, deflecting from his own dirty mind. "I have a broad variety of ropes and books on knots. Are you looking for shibari…?"

"Not the kind of knot I'm looking for," Bambi's face was deep-red.

Damn it all to hell, the boy really was talking about knotting. Peter slowly inhaled through his nose.

"I definitely need you to use more words," Peter spoke more firmly this time, bordering an order.

"This is embarrassing because I don't think that it's your job to actually answer this question and it's honestly so inappropriate to ask and I hope that you're not taking offense to it," Bambi launched into another one of his charming little ramblings. "Is it possible for a human to be knotted?"

"Why…" Peter swallowed dryly. "Would you ask me that?"

"I just," Bambi sighed frustrated and shrugged. "I like doing research, I find information out myself but Google is fully useless on this topic, the only thing that comes up is AO3 and honestly it's mostly ABOverse which is just… not the reality we live in. I can't tell if the porn is fully fake to indulge in kinky fantasies, I'm… lost. And like I know vaginas are a different tier, I know that's a thing, I know they can make it work, but… uh… anal?"

"Again, I'm not entirely sure why you're asking me."

"You're a werewolf," Bambi pointed out. "Who runs a sex shop."

"You know I'm a werewolf," Peter asked surprised. "How."

Bambi blinked at him, a little amused. "I mean, the way you inhale deeply when a customer enters, to check their scents. But mostly, the thing that really gave you away was last month, when that guy groped me-" Peter growled, very deeply, at that reminder. "-and you threatened him. Your claws were out. Also, that growl you just did, you did that back then too. Not very human."

Ah, unfortunate. Yes, there had been a sleazy customer last month who'd thought he had Bambi cornered and dared put his hand on that tempting ass. It had taken all of Peter's self-control not to rip the guy's throat out on the spot, so that he 'only' dropped his claws was impressive.

"You know about werewolves," Peter noted next, furrowing his brows.

"My best friend's a werewolf," Bambi shrugged. "But I can't ask him this, because like I know the uh vaginal thing thanks to him – and that was already more than I wanted to know about my best friends' sex life, I absolutely do not want to know if they ever tried anal. It might haunt me."

"But you want to try anal, with a werewolf?"

Peter swallowed hard. Bambi truly was put on this Earth specifically for him. He knew about wolves, which put the biggest concerns out of his mind. But he was also interested in bottoming for a werewolf? My, if the boy next declared he was a sub then Peter was just going to throw him over his shoulder, carry him to their bedroom and never let him go again.

Bambi looked embarrassed but he also smelt aroused. "Mostly, I want to know if it's even possible. Because, again, porn is super not reliable. How much of it is fake, how fake is it, how much is exaggeration – size-wise, I mean, because dear lord, that Alpha porn I came across the other day has to be fake, that thing was, I'm fairly sure that was bigger than my arm!"

For emphasis, he raised one of his arms. Peter smirked amused, cocking one eyebrow.

He absolutely could not resist flashing his eyes red. "Not an exaggeration."

Bambi made a noise like a dying whale and the scent of his arousal sky-rocketed. Tempting Peter. If Peter was a lesser wolf, one who didn't take consent as serious as he did, he would have that boy bent over the counter-top right now and make him beg for it.

"Okay," Bambi croaked out. "You're an Alpha. I didn't. That. I didn't. Okay. I'm going out back to die of embarrassment now, yeah? Yeah."

Peter schooled his features again. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Who you choose to sleep with is your decision alone and nobody has a right to judge you for it, as long as all parties are capable of consenting to the act. I understand that it's harder for a human to-"

"Not human," Bambi interrupted. "Just, to make that clear. Not a wolf, but also not human."

Peter raised an eyebrow, waiting if Bambi felt like elaborating. When he didn't, Peter left it at that. It wasn't his business to prod, even though he was now dying to know more.

"For a non-wolf, then," Peter continued. "To find these things out and not everyone is… comfortable going to their partner and asking these things point-blank, especially if you aren't at that stage in your relationship yet. Not exactly a second date kind of question. Yes, a human can take a knot, with enough… training and preparation."

"I had, uh, hoped so," Bambi nodded, flustered. "That's why I bought the, uhm."

"Butt-plugs last month?" Peter guessed, raising one eyebrow. "They're a good start to ease you in, but they will by far not be enough if you want to take a knot. And especially not if you want to take an Alpha. Flip the closed sign at the door and follow me to the backroom."

"Backroom? You have a backroom?" Bambi perked up, radiating excitement.

"For my supernatural customers," Peter chuckled. "What, you think that in times of ordering your sex-toys online, a sex shop would run this well? I specialize in fulfilling the needs of those who have a harder time finding something for them…"

Bambi flipped the sign and jogged back to him, eagerly following Peter into the backroom of the shop. Peter could see the questions in those big, brown eyes and it was endearing.

"Bindings that can hold a werewolf," Peter offered, motioning at shackles and a sex-swing, noting Bambi's interest. "Gags that fangs can't accidentally chew through, and these?"

Peter tapped against the security class. "Electric prods. Because a little electricity play can be a lot of fun, but it also takes much more to be effective on werewolves. To the point of being dangerous for humans, hence the security glass."

He saw the way the interest faded from Bambi's eyes, making room for a terrified look on his face. Haunted and mortified. Not a hard limit kind of no but a trauma response. Peter was desperate to ask what had happened and then tear apart whoever had put that look on Bambi's face. Instead, Peter steered him over toward the knotting toys, motioning at the line-up.

"This is what you came for," Peter smirked. "Specifically, I'd advise you to start with this one. Human dick sized, with a pump to inflate the knot. Work your way up to beta, then Alpha, size-wise. Slowly. Don't overdo it, you could seriously harm yourself if you attempt an Alpha-size without enough preparation. These all come with an inflatable knot that you can also ease your way into. And this is the end-goal. If you can take this one, you are ready for a real Alpha."

It took such impressive self-control to not flash his eyes red at the end of that sentence as he rested a hand on the box of their Alpha sized knotting dildos. They were mostly sold to female werewolves for their heats. The look on Bambi's face was pure, raw hunger, he even licked his lips. Mh. He had not expected Bambi to be a size queen, something about those doe-eyes had fooled Peter into thinking his boy was much more innocent than he really was. Shame on Peter, for that.

"Work your way up," Peter repeated, pushing the much, much smaller dildo into his hand. "Don't be greedy, don't hurt yourself. Your partner isn't going to appreciate that either."

And Peter actively tried not to think about that partner, about the fact that there was some lucky bastard of a werewolf – potentially an Alpha, but then it had sounded like Bambi had come across Alpha porn more on accident while looking through wolf porn in general and that had sparked his interest in Alphas – who had caught Bambi's interest enough for the non-wolf to want to learn how to take a werewolf knot. He needed to convince Chris that Bambi was perfect.

/break\

Chris grunted when his husband collided with him hard, pinning him against the door of his office even while closing it. It clicked shut beneath both their weight. Peter's kiss was nearly feverish with passion, his hands firm and greedy as they dragged over Chris' chest, leaving wet spots where Peter was soaked from the rain after running over to Chris' store. Lightning lit up the office.

"You're in a mood," Chris grunted, resisting the eye-roll. "Let me guess: Bambi."

A deep, dark growl rumbled in Peter's chest and went straight to Chris' cock. When Peter looked at him, his eyes were bright red. And while Chris was aware that 'Bambi' triggered Peter's predator instincts, hence the stupid nickname, this was a new reaction.

"He knows I'm a werewolf," Peter pressed out between a mouthful of fangs.

Chris froze at that, staring at his husband in surprise. So far, in their little argument on who had found the perfect partner for them, Chris had felt secure in the fact that his choice, at least, knew about the supernatural. He kept arguing that just because Bambi liked it kinky didn't mean he was into submitting in any way or shape, and even then, they'd have to ease the boy into the world of the supernatural – and did they really have a right to? Their kind of lives, they were dangerous. That was why they kept looking at supernatural establishments to pick someone up.

Meanwhile, Stiles was perfect. He was the sheriff's son, a recent deputy at the station. He regularly came to Chris' store to use the shooting range, to buy bullets, sometimes he got charmed by a particularly pretty gun or knife and couldn't resist. He was an excellent shot and the way he worked the gun? His nimble, long fingers could take any gun apart in record time, and just to show off, Stiles would make direct eye-contact with Chris while doing it, smirking. That cocky smirk, that made Chris really want to bend the brat over his lap and spank him.

And Chris knew that Stiles was aware of the supernatural, he was Scott's best friend – Allison's boyfriend Scott. That was how he'd ended up in Chris' shop, because Allison had recommended it.

Peter kept arguing that just because Stiles was a cute twink and knew about the supernatural, that didn't mean he was into any kind of kinky stuff though. And, annoyingly, Peter was right. Still, Chris thought they could take Stiles out, seduce him, ease him into it. Chris had a feeling the kid would make for a delicious sub, he just needed patient doms to show him the ropes (literally).

"Did you tell him?" Chris asked, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

He knew how manipulative Peter was, he didn't put it past his husband to just out the secret to an unsuspecting human and just twist the pliant boy into being what Peter wanted. The look on Peter's face showed that he didn't take the anger personally, because he knew himself.

"No, I didn't have to," Peter looked pleased. "Clever boy figured it out himself. Besides, he knew about the supernatural even before me, apparently."

"He knows about the supernatural," Chris whispered with furrowed brows.

"He doesn't just know about the supernatural, Chris," Peter licked his lips. "He is supernatural. I don't know what he is yet, but he did correct me when I called him human. And it gets better."

Chris' face twisted, even as Peter's hand trailed over his chest. "What else."

Peter leaned in to lick the shell of his ear. "He bought a knotting dildo. He wants to get fucked by a werewolf. That's why I know that he knows, because he asked me if it's even possible for a human to take a knot, outside of unrealistic porn. Christopher, he wants to be knotted."

Chris swallowed, feeling Peter's hard cock against his thigh. They'd taken a couple cute non-wolf twinks home before, for them both to fuck, but they'd never had a non-wolf who could take a knot.

"You're not just a wolf, babe," Chris pointed out, hand slipping into Peter's pants to grab his massive length and jerk him slowly. "You're an Alpha."

"He wants an Alpha," Peter growled back, hands on Chris' hips, holding tight, claws digging in ever so shallowly. "Apparently, in his 'research', he came across real werewolf porn and, among them, Alpha porn. And it got him going so much that he finally gathered the courage to ask me, something he might have been avoiding for weeks now. He'd been by just awkwardly browsing lately, I suspect he wanted to ask the werewolf who owns a sex shop about knotting before but never found the guts to do it. But Alpha porn did the trick, he became greedy enough to ask."

Chris' grip on Peter's dick tightened, his movement growing more frantic. Damn it all to hell, perhaps Peter had accidentally found the perfect boy for himself after all. Still, that Bambi was no Stiles. And while Chris may not know what kind of things Stiles was into in bed, he knew that he had developed romantic feelings for Stiles over the past months. He needed Stiles to be theirs.

"Come for me, babe," Chris requested, his mouth on Peter's jawline as thunder roared in the distance. "Think about fucking your Bambi in your store, bent over the counter, screaming and begging for more while the other customers just mind their business."

With a snarl did Peter come into Chris' hand. He leaned against Chris, resting his forehead against Chris' shoulder, panting hard and kissing along Chris' shoulder. Chris wished he could give Peter all the wolf craved, but he'd never been too much of a bottom. He'd switched occasionally with past partners, but taking an Alpha wolf was more than he wanted to handle.

"He's perfect for us," Peter panted against Chris' shoulder. "I just know it."

Instead of replying did Chris simply retreat his hand out of Peter's pants and gently nudge the wolf. He had just made quite the mess all over himself and into one of his favorite pair of pants, which was another indication to just how much he wanted Bambi. Peter loved those pants.

Chris knew that a boy who was aware of the supernatural and who was willing – and eager – to get fucked by an Alpha was what they were looking for, primarily. Everything else was window dressing. If he obeyed an Alpha wolf in bed, he would most likely also be willing to submit in other ways. If he let Peter fuck him, he would also be willing to bottom for Chris.

A suggestion was on the tip of his tongue and Chris swallowed it. They'd agreed to add one boy to their relationship, to share. Not two. But Chris was never going to budge on Stiles, and after today, Chris was just as certain that Peter won't let go of Bambi. Two was too dangerous, if each of them took their own boy then Chris feared they could drift apart. Chris wasn't going to give up Peter.

What scared him was that he also wasn't willing to give up Stiles. Quick-witted, cheeky, pretty Stiles, who'd trap the tip of his tongue between his lips when concentrating on putting his gun together again, who could take his gun apart without looking at it, who rarely ever missed his target when he was at the shooting range. It was more than lust, Chris was aware. He had gone ahead and developed feelings for Stiles, so he clung onto the desperate hope that Stiles could be everything they were looking for. He knew about the supernatural already and everything else, everything else they could introduce him to. Chris' cock twitched at the idea of introducing Stiles to a whole world of submission and especially punishments. That boy was begging for a hard spanking and Chris desperately wanted to be the one to deliver it. He was not giving up either of them.

Author's note: So I was 11k into this 'short and quick BDSM PWP' when I gave up because they still hadn't even KISSED. Considering the 31 days of this prompt challenge, I decided to change course and just. Turn this into a multi-chapter fic. Welcome to my first multi-chapter Stetopher fic, I promise it won't be the last

Seeing as this may be new for my Teen Wolf readers, I have an updating schedule on my profile, where you can check when my fics get posted/updated (and if it doesn't get updated on the promised day, recheck for rescheduling. Contrary what this month may make you belief, I am only human xD)

Next chapter, Peter and Chris are going to realize that Bambi and Stiles are the same person! Fun ;)